novelraw Chapter 96 Fatal Cause
Chapter 96 Fatal Cause
Chapter 96 Fatal Cause
"Mr. Cha, this young man is indeed interesting!" Li Xiaohe looked at Qin Han, his eyes filled with appreciation for the younger man: "Wisdom and beauty go hand in hand—with this slogan, let's see who dares to say we're running a vulgar beauty pageant?"
"Mr. Cha, with this theme set, is our collaboration on this project going smoothly?"
Jin Yong's brow had long since relaxed. As a writer, what he valued most was "legitimate legitimacy".
Qin Han's slogan elevated the entire event's theme, transforming a commercial show into a social discussion about women's independence and wisdom.
"I knew it! Qin Sheng has so many ideas," Jin Yong said with a smile. "If things continue this way, Ming Pao will definitely give it their full support! I hope TVB can select the modern woman who best represents Hong Kong!"
"Since Mr. Cha agrees, then it's settled!" Li Xiaohe immediately made the decision, called his assistant, and began to arrange the subsequent on-site tasks.
Cai Lan, fanning himself with a folding fan, leaned close to Qin Han and teased, "Mr. Qin, your trick of 'changing the subject' is truly masterful."
Qin Han grinned mischievously. Now that he had already done an extra favor, he needed to get on with his own business.
He whispered to Jin Yong, "Mr. Cha, I've come all this way to see you because I have a favor to ask."
"Oh? Please speak, Mr. Qin." Jin Yong was in a great mood and readily agreed.
"I heard from Mr. Ni that your personal physician, Mr. Chen Cunren, is an advisor to the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital and a leading figure in the medical field," Qin Han said earnestly. "I have a personal matter I'd like to discuss with Dr. Chen."
"Chen Cunren?" Jin Yong clearly hadn't expected Qin Han's request to be this.
Although they were curious as to why Qin Han would suddenly need to see a doctor, they could tell from the other man's serious expression that this matter was probably quite serious.
"It's no big deal!" Jin Yong took out a pen from his coat pocket, then pulled out his business card and wrote a line of small print and an address on the back.
"Dr. Chan lives on Blue Pool Road in Happy Valley. He's a recluse and doesn't see many guests." He handed his business card to Qin Han. "But if you say you're my friend, he'll definitely welcome you."
"Thank you, Mr. Cha!" Qin Han took the business card, glanced at his watch, and immediately prepared to leave: "Everyone, it's urgent, I have to go right away."
"Huh? Leaving already?" Ni Kuang, who was engrossed in watching the beautiful women downstairs, turned around in surprise upon hearing this. "Qin Sheng, aren't you incredibly oblivious to romance? There are so many gorgeous women downstairs, the auditions are about to start, aren't you going to stay and help vet them?"
Cai Lan also urged him to stay, saying, "Yes, Mr. Qin. What you just said was very insightful. How should we test this wisdom? We'll need your guidance."
"There's plenty of time in the future." Qin Han waved goodbye to the bigwigs, "If you could reserve a VIP seat for me during the finals, I would be extremely grateful."
Seeing Qin Han's hurried expression, Li Xiaohe didn't insist: "No problem! I'll definitely reserve the best seat for Qin Sheng during the finals!"
"Get the car ready. We need to take Mr. Qin to Happy Valley. Hurry!"
The Mercedes drove off the broadcast lane, leaving the noise behind it far behind.
The scenery outside the car window rushed past, and Qin Han looked at the business card in his hand, his mind racing.
In my past life's memories, the official conclusion regarding my master's cause of death was "death from cerebral edema."
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But how could a fighter with a body as strong as an ox suddenly develop cerebral edema?
Now, the recurring presence of Japanese elements makes him feel that he has vaguely grasped a clue leading to the truth.
We must not miss any possibility!
Soon, the car arrived at Blue Pool Road in Happy Valley.
This is a traditional affluent area in Hong Kong, with a tranquil environment and villas nestled among lush trees on the hillside.
The car stopped in front of an old-fashioned Western-style house.
After thanking the driver, Qin Han quickly got out of the car, rang the doorbell, and handed his business card to the maid who came to open the door.
Before long, the servants invited him into the house.
As soon as he entered, a faint scent of herbs wafted over, calming his previously agitated mind.
An elderly man with gray hair and reading glasses was holding Jin Yong's business card and smiling at me.
This must be Dr. Chen Cunren.
"Mr. Qin?" Chen Cunren put down the business card and looked at Qin Han through his reading glasses. "Liang Yong wrote on this business card that you are his close friend despite the age difference, and he has a question he would like to ask me?"
Qin Han respectfully bowed in a junior's manner: "I apologize for bothering you, Dr. Chen. There is indeed an urgent matter I would like to ask you for guidance on."
Chen Cunren gestured for Qin Han to sit down, a gentle smile on his face: "Liangyong's friends are my friends."
However, he said that Brother Qin was a filmmaker, so why would he be interested in dry pharmacology?
"Could it be that you're planning to make a movie about doctors?"
Qin Han took the lab report out of his pocket and handed it to Chen Cunren: "Dr. Chen, to be honest, I didn't come here to film a movie."
"A couple of days ago, someone from the crew brought me a special herbal tea, saying it could clear heat, relieve summer heat, and calm the mind. I drank a cup and felt that the effect was surprisingly good."
"I felt something was wrong, so I had it tested, and the results showed that it contained this thing."
Chen Cunren took the report and his gaze fell on the chemical name circled in red pen—monoamine oxidase inhibitor.
"MAOIs—" he muttered to himself, "This is a prescription drug ingredient, how could it be in herbal tea?"
"Brother Qin, this merchant is really going all out. This medicine isn't cheap; how much would a cup of it cost if it were added to herbal tea?"
"That's why I'm curious," Qin Han continued, "I want to know, what specific effects would long-term use of this stuff have on the body?"
Chen Cunren did not answer directly, but instead stretched out his hand: "Come on, stretch out your hand, let me take your pulse first."
Qin Han did as instructed, extending his right hand and placing it flat on the pulse pillow on the desk.
Chen Cunren extended three fingers and placed them on Qin Han's cunguan ruler, his eyes slightly closed, quietly feeling the pulsation from his fingertips.
"What a robust physique!" After a while, the old doctor stroked his beard and smiled, "Your pulse is strong and powerful, continuous and unbroken. Your kidney essence is abundant, and your heart fire is vigorous but not irritable. Young Master Qin, you must be a martial artist?"
"Dr. Chen, you flatter me." Qin Han withdrew his hand. "My teacher is Bruce Lee."
"Bruce Lee?" Upon hearing this name, Chen Cunren's eyes lit up: "You mean Bruce Lee, the one who made 'Fist of Fury'?"
"Exactly."
"Hahaha! I never expected this!" Chen Cunren burst into hearty laughter. "I'm a huge fan of your master! His portrayal of Chen Zhen was superb! Not only was his kung fu amazing, but his national integrity was truly admirable!"
"My little grandson is always swinging nunchucks around the house, and he's broken several vases already!"
Upon learning that Qin Han was Bruce Lee's student, his attitude became much more friendly: "Brother Qin, since you are a martial artist, you really need to be careful with this medicine."
He smoothed out the report in front of him and pointed to the long name: "For ordinary people, this thing is not a big problem as long as they don't eat too much of it."
"But for martial artists like you, with your abundant energy and metabolism far exceeding that of ordinary people, it's a different story!"
Qin Han's heart skipped a beat: "Dr. Chen, please explain in detail."
Chen Cunren walked to the bookshelf behind him, pulled out a thick book on pharmacology, flipped through it for a while, and pushed it in front of Qin Han: "Look, the mechanism of action of this drug is to inhibit the activity of a type of enzyme called monoamine oxidase in the body."
"This enzyme is very important in the human body; it is responsible for breaking down a substance called tyramine."
He took out a pencil and underlined the following passage: "Martial arts practitioners have a faster metabolism and produce more tyramine. If this tyramine accumulates in the body, it can cause a rapid spike in blood pressure in a short period of time!"
"At best, it can cause blood vessels to rupture and retinal hemorrhage."
"In severe cases, the blood vessels in the brain may not be able to withstand the sudden high pressure, causing fluid leakage and acute cerebral edema. There may not even be a chance to save them, and they will die instantly."
boom--!
It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Qin Han's mind.
Acute cerebral edema!
Sure enough, these Japanese were the masterminds behind the scenes back then. Even if it wasn't entirely their fault, they were at least one of the main reasons for their master's death.
Before Bruce Lee died, they had been secretly and continuously damaging his enzyme system for a long time!
When that critical point arrives, perhaps it's a burst of intense exercise or a moment of emotional excitement, it can detonate this bomb buried within your body!
On that day in his past life, Bruce Lee may have simply taken a pill because of a headache, but that pill became the last straw that broke the camel's back, triggering his already collapsing physiological system and leading to fatal cerebral edema.
What a vicious plan!
Qin Han felt a chill run down his spine, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh.
If it weren't for Ishii's strange attitude earlier, if it weren't for the effectiveness of that cup of herbal tea, if all these things combined to arouse my vigilance, and if it weren't for the system's reminder, my master would probably have died mysteriously again a few months later.
"Brother Qin? Brother Qin?"
Seeing Qin Han's pale face and the cold sweat beading on his forehead, Chen Cunren couldn't help but worry: "Are you alright? Should I give you a check-up?"
"Although this medicine is dangerous, as long as you don't take it continuously, the enzyme activity will naturally recover after a while. You have a good constitution, so it shouldn't be a big problem."
Qin Han took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
He raised his head, his eyes revealing a chilling calmness: "Thank you, Dr. Chen, I'm fine. It's just—I'm a little scared."
"Luckily, it was discovered early."
He remembered the black leather case sealed in Los Angeles, the electro-physical training device that Hiroki Ishii had risked his life to deliver.
The Japanese executed this combination of moves flawlessly.
On one hand, drugs were used to destroy the body's defense mechanisms, creating the risk of high blood pressure; on the other hand, high-intensity electric shock training equipment was sent to induce Bruce Lee to undergo extreme training.
Electrical stimulation of muscle contraction can lead to an increase in blood pressure.
If we add the effect of medication—
That's like adding fuel to the fire of a pressure cooker that's about to explode!
Qin Han looked at Chen Cunren and continued to ask, "Dr. Chen, if—a person engages in high-intensity physical training while their enzyme activity is inhibited, or even uses extreme methods, such as directly stimulating muscles with electrical current to strengthen them."
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What will happen?
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